Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Moldova and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Names to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Slave,
Derrick May,
Funkadelic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harmonia,
The Tremeloes,
Quando Quango,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Byron Stingily,
Nirvana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
UT,
Fad Gadget,
Kerri Chandler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Germs,
Ornette Coleman,
Fluxion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barry Ungar,
DNA,
Half Japanese,
Marine Girls,
David Axelrod,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fortunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Absolute Body Control,
The Modern Lovers,
Kayak,
The Alarm Clocks,
The New Christs,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gap Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Schoolly D,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arab on Radar,
Joyce Sims,
Radio Birdman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delta 5,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Green,
Pantaleimon,
Darondo,
Von Mondo,
Icehouse,
Loose Ends,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sight & Sound,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.